#they're just like: that seems like a you problem

[goquokka00]

You are just the Best at writing so Can u make more minsung smut plsss (if u would like ofc😁)

Abso-motherfucking-lutely!! Hopefully this satisfies the craving...I'll also try to get a bit more Minsung out, too when I have the time! Love you ❤️

The Best Beauty of the Body

Summary: You loved Minho and Jisung. You really truly did. But there were times when they both ended up getting on your nerves. It was mostly when they argued. And this time wasn't any different. Though...the topic wasn't exactly what you expected.

Pairing: Minho X F! Reader X Jisung

Genre: Humor, Smut (18+)

Warnings: Argument about tits vs ass (you can assume who's arguing for what), Dom! Minho, Switch/Dom! Jisung, Sub! Reader, nipple play, fingering, anal (please be careful and do your research with this shiii), double penetration, unprotected penetrative sex (wrap it before you tap it please!!), begging (from Jisung), creampies, 100% 18+ (seriously like if you're a minor don't read pls and thank you <3)

Word Count: 3.4K

Let's start off with making one thing very clear. You loved Minho and Jisung. A lot. Why else would you be in a poly relationship with them? They were your whole world. Your everything. And you were theirs. It was something all of you agreed on. Besides, the best part of having two boyfriends meant that you had two people to rely on.

Jisung was your emotional crutch. He was a lot easier to talk to, he understood what your problems were and did whatever he could to make things better. Minho was your comfort. He'd make you comforting foods, he'd hold you in your arms until you felt better...And while he was a little more on the difficult side when getting your emotions across, he was still there to listen to you rant about your day.

And the sex...oh, the sex. But...we don't need to talk about that.

Yeah, you loved them a lot. They held a very special place in your heart, and there was no denying it. But the boys definitely had their days when you were ready to strangle both of them and throw them into the Han River.

Unfortunately, today was one of those days.

You had a long day at work and was ready to sit down with your boys and rant, maybe eat some sundubu jjigae, when you heard it. Distant muffled voices in the distance. At first, curiosity filled you. Were Minho and Jisung actually fighting? No way...they loved each other way too much to be full on fighting. And even if they were, it would've been broken up before you got home. Maybe they just didn't realize you were home...

But then, as you went closer to the bedroom where they were, you overheard the conversation a lot better.

"But asses are disgusting! I mean seriously, you shit from an ass!"

"Well it's tighter than fucking a pair of tits!"

"You can do more with tits than an ass, hyung!"

"You can do just as much with an ass, if not more and you know it!"

Oh.

You let out a sigh as you heard them argue like an old married couple. This was unfortunately very normal in your household, and you just learned to deal with it. And so, you took a moment, willing yourself to be strong and not yell at them, and walked in, seeing both of them there.

Both of them were shirtless, Jisung a bit flushed and his hair wet. They probably got back from practice and were taking turns showering, as Minho was still sweaty. But either way, you cleared your throat, crossing your arms as you looked to them.

"Do I even need to ask?" The second you spoke, both of the guys looked at you. But it only took a second for Jisung to speak up.

"Y/n, tell Minho-hyung that tits are better!"

"No way, even if she's the one to say it, I still think asses are better."

"Asses aren't even that great!"

"They're better than tits and you know it-"

"Okay, okay! Stop!" You threw your hands up, going to stand between them both as they let out huffs. It seemed like they had been arguing about this for a while, unfortunately. And that meant that it'd be difficult for them to let it go.

How wonderful.

"Minho, go and take a shower. Jisung, finish getting dressed, please." As you spoke, you watched as both boys glared at each other before going along with what you had said.

"But I'm already dressed-"

"Then find something else to do." And then, you crossed your arms, looking at both of them. "We'll discuss this in the living room in thirty minutes."

With that, you left the room. You swore that these two were going to give you grey hairs if you weren't careful. But it was fine. You were going to help them get through this once and for all.

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And so, after the two were brought back out to the couches in the living room (Minho sat on one while Jisung sat on the other), you crossed your arms, looking at both of them as if they were kids on time out.

"Alright. Jisung, please share why you think a woman's tits are better than the ass." You looked to him, giving him a soft smile of encouragement, only to hear Minho scoff.

"They definitely aren't-"

"I didn't tell you that you could talk yet. It's Jisung's turn." You were quick to shut Minho down, knowing that it would only start another argument. And after Minho sulked and grumbled, you looked to Jisung, urging him to start.

"Well, tits are amazing. I mean, they're like nature's stress balls. And you can suck on them, too. God, sucking on your tits after a long and stressful day is amazing..." Jisung leaned back, his eyes closing as a dopey smile spread across his face. "And when you get all squirmy from being all sensitive? And the sounds you make? Oh my god...it gets me so hard..."

You hummed, crossing your arms. Jisung definitely had a point. Your nipples were always sensitive, so when he sucked on them, he'd almost always get a reaction out of you.

"And then you have the way they look when you suck my dick...and when you squish them together and let me fuck them...and when I cum on them-God, I might bust a nut just thinking about it right now..." Jisung let out a breath, gripping his already forming tent before you cleared your throat, nodding.

"Alright, it seems like those are some very valid reasons." And then, you turned over to the grumpy cat man, seeing the upset pout on his lips. "Now let's hear your reasonings, Minho."

"Fucking finally." Minho sat up, clearing his throat before speaking. "For starters, as the man who fucks both of you until you can't walk, I firmly believe that the ass is better because first off, seeing the way you both squirm and push your ass towards me when I'm prepping it is fucking adorable. Then, when I'm actually inside you both, the ass is way tighter than any pussy could ever be. Not to mention how the cheeks just feel so good when you grip them and slap them...and when you pound hard enough, the cheeks will actually bounce and ripple better than tits--"

"Whoa whoa whoa, did you just fucking say they ripple?" You blinked, all while Jisung instantly started cackling.

"It's not funny! They do, seriously!" Minho sat up more, determined to get both of you to see his point of view. "The way that the ass moves when you're fucking it is insane!"

"Okay, okay, I believe you!" You couldn't help but laugh, before looking back to Jisung. Time to get back to business. "Okay...Jisung, do you have any counter arguments for Minho?"

"Yeah, I do." Jisung then looked to Minho, crossing his arms. "While the ass might be amazing, it's literally where shit comes from. And you have to clean both the inside and the outside, and its so much work. But with titties, all you have to do is just push the shirt and bra up, and boom. Suckle time, baby."

You instantly facepalmed. These two were hopeless.

"Okay...Minho? Counter arguments?"

"What if the chest is flat?" The second Minho asked that, Jisung's brain stopped working. Minho just smirked as Jisung tried to think of a reason, before Jisung just spoke up.

"W-Well what if...what if the ass was flat? Or boney?"

"Who in the fuck has a boney ass?"

"...Hyunjin--"

"OKAY!" You just let out a sigh, rubbing your face as you questioned your sanity. "Clearly, you both love tits and ass respectfully. Can we just all agree that both tits and ass are incredible in their own right and move on?"

"No!" Both Jisung and Minho yelled it, making you groan. There had to be a way to get them to understand each other. Had to be. Because frankly, you really didn't know how much longer you could handle this.

"Okay...can I tell you what I think?" And after the two looked at each other, they both looked to you.

"I guess..."

"Yeah, sure."

"Okay. Firstly, Jisung has a point with the ass shit. Prep takes forever, and cleaning the inside and outside is a pain in the butt. Literally. But there are nice qualities to the ass, too. Like...When Minho's pounding into either of us and grips or slaps our ass. You like that, don't you Jisung?"

"I mean, yeah...I guess so." Jisung looked away, crossing his arms.

"Great. Tits are also nice, but mine personally make my back hurt. If I'm not wearing a sport's bra, it's hard to move. And men can be so picky with tits, too. I mean, they can be all sorts of shapes and sizes, and even mine aren't perfect." And then, you crossed your arms. "But they have their purpose, too. They can help get me aroused, they help Jisung relieve stress, and Minho, you love watching them when I ride you."

"Yeah, I guess." Minho shrugged, making you sigh.

"So why can't you guys agree that both are good? Or like, agree to disagree or something?"

"It's a man's pride, Y/n. We stand by our beliefs." Jisung then hit his chest with his fist, Minho nodding.

"Yeah, he's got a point. It's like...we have what we believe, and that one opinion is right. There's no other option." Minho's explanation made absolutely no sense. But okay.

"So...it's all because of your pride?" You raised a brow, watching your two boyfriends nod. "You two are impossible."

All they did was smile and laugh a bit. There was that feeling of needing to strangle them again.

"So then, is there any way you two could make a truce?"

"Nope."

"No way in hell."

"And what if I said that if you two make a truce, I'll let you both fuck me right here and now?"

Silence. The two looked at each other, blinked, before simultaneously reaching out to shake each other's hands.

"Y'know, asses aren't actually that bad. I like them a lot more than I let on."

"Tits are pretty cool, too. They really make a woman, y'know?"

Hope. Less.

But hey, they made up. And so, you stood up and walked over to both of them, smiling as they stood up to meet you halfway.

"See? Was that so hard, boys?" You asked, watching as Minho went in front of you while Jisung went behind.

"Oh, it was horrible." As Minho spoke, his hands went straight for your ass, Jisung's finding your tits from behind you. You could feel Jisung kissing your neck, his hands groping and kneading your chest.

"Hated it..." Jisung murmured, Minho guiding you into a kiss. You hummed, kissing Minho back as he lifted one of your legs up to go around his waist. "You'll make it better though, right?"

"Mhm..." You hummed your response in the kiss, before breaking away and going to kiss Jisung in return.

All the while, Minho grabbed your shorts and panties, starting to tug them off. You put your leg down so Minho could get the clothes off before putting it back around his waist. And when you pulled away from the kiss, Jisung was the one to lift your shirt up and over. And he groaned when he realized you didn't have anything on underneath.

"Fuck, I love when you don't wear a bra..." And with that, Jisung turned you around so you were facing him, only to guide you to the couch and onto his lap. All the while, Minho headed off to the bedroom to grab the lube. He'd need it in order to do what he wanted to you.

Not that you minded.

For now, you put your focus on Jisung, who was gently kneading your chest, pinching and playing with your nipples, his cock growing harder by the minute. And you just let out soft moans, your eyes fluttering closed as you looked at him, watching as he played with your chest.

And then, he latched onto your left nipple, his tongue gently rolling and flicking against it. You couldn't help but push out your chest, making him groan and use his finger to play around with the other.

"J-Jisung...God, that feels so good..." All you could do was run your hands through his hair, gently gripping at it, which made him whine for you.

And that was when the sound of footsteps could be heard. You turned and looked up, seeing that it was Minho. And he had the lube in hand, ready to go.

"Alright, princess. Lean forward for me." As Minho gave his command, you did as told. You got up on your knees, hovering your breasts over Jisung's face so Minho could get to your tiny little ass. "Good girl...spread those legs, just like that...there we go."

And with that, Minho took the lube and rubbed it over your perked ass, prodding against the tight hole. You couldn't help but whimper, holding onto Jisung's shoulders before feeling Minho push a finger in.

"M-Min..."

"I know, sweetheart, I know...you're doing good for me, though. So, so good..." Minho's encouragement helped you press forward. He slowly inched his finger in, making sure that he added lube when needed so you were ready to go. And once that first finger was inside, you let out a breath, wiggling your hips. "How's it feel, baby? Good?"

"A...A bit dry..."

"A bit dry, huh? Well, we can't have that." And so, Minho pulled his finger out before lubing his finger up more, as best as he could before slowly inching his finger back in, slowly working to stretch your hole out. "Better?"

"M-Mhm...better..." You gave a soft nod, only to gasp as you felt Jisung nip at your nipple. His eyes were on you, his mouth open as he switched to the other nipple. You knew what that meant. Jisung wanted attention, too. "Ji...it feels good...really good, keep using your tongue..."

And that's exactly what Jisung did. His main priority? Make sure that you were satisfied and feeling good while Minho stretched you out. And as you felt a second finger enter you, Jisung worked double time to make sure you felt amazing. While he suckled your breasts, a finger went to your pussy to play with your clit, making you whine and buck your hips.

"Look at our girl, feeling so good...you're taking my fingers so well, baby..." Minho placed soft kisses along your back, scissoring his fingers so he knew that you were nice and stretched and ready to go. "I'm gonna put one more in, okay? One more..."

And after you nodded, the third finger went in. You whined louder, but Jisung gently pinched your clit to help ground you. And as Minho worked his three fingers in and out of your ass, Jisung looked up at you, smiling softly as his mouth left your breasts.

"Sweet girl...Can I have your pussy? Please? Drown me in your tits while my cock's in that beautiful pussy, please..." God, Jisung was so hot when he begged...You couldn't help but nod, waiting for the okay from Minho to get situated.

"Alright, pretty girl. Let's get you settled on Jisung, okay?" And once his fingers were out, Minho backed away to get his sweatpants off. Jisung did the same, struggling a bit but managing to kick them off. And once he was ready, Jisung lined himself up and let you sink down onto his dick.

"Oh, fuck...you feel like heaven, baby..." Jisung let out a breath, grabbing at your waist before reaching his hands back up to your chest, fondling your breasts to guide them back into his mouth. He really couldn't get enough of them...

All the while, Minho went behind you once more, moving you to where he needed you to be before lining himself up as well, placing soft kisses on your shoulder to make sure that you were all set and ready to go for him.

"Deep breaths, baby...gonna make you feel so full..." And as Minho spoke, he slowly pushed into you, making you groan and grasp onto Jisung. God, it was so much, but it felt absolutely incredible. You hadn't felt that full in your life. But it was a glorious feeling.

Jisung also groaned, pulling back from your tits to look up at his boyfriend, seeing Minho's brow furrowed.

"God, I can feel you entering her...it's making her so much tighter, hyung..."

"Good...that means less work for you, huh?" Minho smirked, knowing how sensitive Jisung's dick was. If Jisung could feel Minho from inside your pussy, then Minho could technically fuck both of you.

It really went to show how the ass was better. But Minho wasn't gonna bring that up right now.

After letting you get adjusted, Minho leaned back, grabbing your ass a bit before looking to you and Jisung, his eyes narrowing.

"I'm gonna move...okay?"

"Okay..." You gave him a soft nod, only to gasp and moan as Minho slowly began to thrust. Since you weren't a freak like Jisung, you weren't as used to anal, let alone double penetration. So he knew he needed to start slow.

"Fuck...oh, fuck, I can feel you moving, hyung...fuck, that feels so good..." Jisung, per usual, couldn't shut up. And you were a moaning mess, turning your head back to look at Minho with glossy eyes. Oh, how he loved that look.

"Feeling good, princess?" Minho couldn't help but smile, knowing that he was making both you and Jisung feel good.

"Y-Yeah, feels good..."

"That's good...I bet you feel so fucking full right now, being stuffed with your boyfriends' dicks..." And with that, Minho leaned forward to kiss you, which only made Jisung whine.

"Hy-Hyung, no fair...! Kiss me too, please? I've been good!" Typical Jisung, always needing attention. And so, after rolling his eyes, he leaned down past your shoulder to kiss Jisung as well, who hummed and rolled his hips up. That made you moan and roll your own hips.

As Minho pulled away, he slowly began to get faster. His thrusts went from slow and deep to hard and fast, making both you and Jisung moan. The more rough he got, the closer you and Jisung got to cumming.

And eventually, Jisung got loud. That only meant one thing.

"Guh-Gonna cum! Fuck, hyung, Can I cum? Pretty please? Please, let me cum! Gotta cum so bad!" And Jisung's begging only made you whinier, meaning that it was getting close for the two of you.

"Fuck, already? God, you really are desperate, huh?" Minho couldn't help but tease, only to let out a grunt, nodding. "Fine, go ahead and fill her up. Don't waste a fucking drop."

And like that, Jisung came. He gripped onto your sides, painting your insides white as he held you close. All the while, Minho kept moving, overstimulating Jisung and getting you closer and closer. And then, finally, you turned to look at him, your eyes silently pleading him.

"M-Min...gonna cum too..." God, you were so cute when you were fucked out. How could Minho say no to you?

"Fuck...go ahead and cum, princess. I'm right behind you..." And so, with Minho's permission and a few more thrusts, you came as well, your body shuddering as you gripped onto Jisung.

And while Jisung cried out as he felt you unintentionally clench around his cock, making his overstimulation get worse, he still made an effort to kiss your cheeks, making sure you felt grounded.

It wasn't long after when Minho came, either. He let out a nice groan, pumping his load into you, holding you up against him to make sure you got it all. And as the three of you calmed down, you looked to both of them, letting out a breath.

"No more arguing about tits and ass, please..." Your voice was raspy. Dead. Fucked out. It was music to the boys' ears.

"I mean...if this is how the argument is gonna get resolved, I think we should argue about it more." Jisung just smiled up at you as he spoke, Minho humming an agreement. It only made you sigh.

"Why am I dating you two?"

"Because you love us."

"And our dicks." Minho couldn't help but add it in. And all you could do was sigh.

Yeah. You did love them.

And their dicks. But...mostly them.

Hey! Firstly, thank you so much for reading this post, and I really hope you enjoyed! If you did, please like, reblog, or comment so I can see how I'm doing with writing and getting feedback! I hope you have a lovely day! Sleep well, stay in good health, and eat something if you haven't! ❤️❤️❤️

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[batmanisagatewaydrug]

Hi batwitch, can you help me with something? I know I'm allowed to read whatever I want that's fine and good, and because I'm a mom I read from all age groups. Problem is, since last year I've read 30 something books and the ones I enjoyed were almost all middle grade or young adult, meant for younger teens. I picked up really popular and critically acclaimed adult books from all major genres, and nothing really clicked. I got too bogged down by small annoyances and DNF'd many of them. Now I feel like I've become lazy or lost my reading skills or something, because I used to read tomes of political fantasy before covid hit. Maybe I have long covid and really did lose brain capacity, I don't know, but how does one pick up that skill again and stop feeling stupid?

I mean I think the biggest issue here is that you've clearly got the idea that there's a certain type of book you're supposed to read and that anything else is a sign of some shortcoming, when the reality is that as far as I'm concerned the books you're meant to read are the ones that capture your attention and engross you, whatever those may be.

you seem to be taking it as a sign of something negative that you're not finishing books because something about them annoys you, but I wonder what you think there is to gain by forcing yourself through books that are aggravating when all you're trying to do is read for fun. I'm a huge proponent of dropping any book that isn't landing for you, in much the same way I'd think it only reasonable for someone to slip a song they're not enjoying or cut short a movie that isn't catching their interest. that's called discernment, and it's a great skill for anyone to cultivate in regards to understanding what kind of art attracted and resonates with them.

don't get me wrong; by all means you can and should keep exploring books across a variety of genres and age ranges if you want to, because you never know when you'll find something that feels like it was made to fit you perfectly. broadening your horizons is always great! but reading broadly includes respecting books for younger readers, too. if that's where you're having fun right now, that doesn't mean you're lazy or stupid; it just means your tasted are different. you've changed, which is the single most natural thing in the world, and it shows in what you like to read right now and, probably, in countless other ways. that's fine.

[maybankslover]

homewrecker- rafe cameron

rafe cameron x singer!reader

warnings: cheating, mentions of sex, angst

smut: she wasn't a homewrecker but he made a wreck out of her

playlist:homewrecker by willow avalon

looking back she should've known better but what about? there weren't any signs of him being a married man.

she was a stupid country singer girl searching for love who thought she found it when the blue eyed man smiled at her across the bar where her team and her were enjoying the after concert air, laughing around and sharing stories with a few drinks in front of them.

"sorry to interrumpt." he said when he reached the table she was sat with a few friends beside her. "just wanted to tell you i really liked the show."

and she was done for.

"thank you..." she looked at him waiting for his name.

"rafe. i'm rafe." he extended his hand and she shook it.

"well thank you rafe, i'm glad you liked it." she smiled back and waited for the man to make a move, wanted to see if he had the confidence she already knew he carried.

"i know you're on tour and everything but i'd like to take you out sometime if you're in charleston for a few days or even when you come back." she should've known no one could be that sweet.

she opened her hand at him. "phone?"

he looked at her for a second before reaching for it and giving it to her. rafe watched as the woman wrote her number and name down.

"give me a call? i'll be back home in two weeks." she smiled and he noded, tilting his hat down as a gentleman would do before she turned around and continued with her night as if he didn't exist.

he liked her, really liked her. she was the opossite of his wife, she carried confidence, she carried bright smiles, she carried something he didn't know he could ever want.

he never thought some country singer would be the one to caught his eye but she did. it wasn't as if his wife wasn't a lovely woman, she was but he didn't love her, both of them knew he married her to keep his father happy and now after he passed away he felt free to do whatever was 'stolen' from him as a twenty year old boy.

he texted her the next morning and she sent him a picture of the road, he couldn't do the same. his wife would ask who he was sending a picture of the road to.

text

y/n 'back in charleston'

rafe 'are you free tomorrow?'

y/n 'no but i'm free tonight'

rafe 'picking you up at 8pm send me the adress'

he swore he was in heaven when he saw her walking out of her house in white dress, boots and a black hat on top of her head. it was so wrong but he didn't know if he could stop.

"hey." she smiled, he was waiting outside the truck with a fresh bouquet of lilies

"hey sweetheart." that southern accent would be a problem for her. "didn't know if you liked flowers but i'd rather take the risk."

"love them, my favorites actually." he held the door opened for her to get in, once she did and the door closed, he got around to do the same. "where are we going?"

"there's this restaurant like 30 minutes away from here called 'franchesca' and they make..." she interrupted before he could finish.

"food from different places around the world. i love it, it's been a while since i was able to go." he smiled at her before turning the car on.

"glad to know i made a good choice." she agreed.

if he wasn't a liar, if he wasn't a married man, if he hadn't made her a homewrecker; he could've been the love of her life.

after the fourth date he took her to his apartment, his bachelor apartment the one he got in the city while going to uni. one his wife thought he sold many years ago.

a few family pictures, things that made the place seemed lived in no trace of the woman back in the island.

"are those your sisters?" she asked pointing at a picture with two young girls.

"yeah, the blonde one is sarah and the other one is wheezie." he nodded. "sarah is twenty four and wheezie just turned nineteen."

"they're pretty."

"sarah looks just like mom did and wheezie is my dad's sister twin. aunt monica loves to brag about that." she didn't ask about the 'did' part when he mentioned his mother, if he wanted her to know he would tell her eventually.

and he did later that night after sex while they shared some takeout in bed.

"mom passed almost fourteen years ago seems like a lifetime and dad passed two years back." she grimaced. "both from cancer."

"shit rafe i'm so sorry, y'all were so young." her hand laid softly on his forearm and he wished he was divorced not cheating on his wife because he felt more in that moment than in his entire life.

"thank you." he gave her a peck on the lips. "stay the night? it's late."

she smiled and agreed, his t-shirt a bit big on her and a sleepy look in her eyes.

"i have to go back to the island for a few days to see my sisters and some business and i'll be back next week." he mentioned while they had breakfast.

"alright, give me a call when you're back." the morning sun looked good on her skin.

"he's the man of my dreams amy." her best friend and her sat in her couch each with a mug in hand. "he's sweet, family oriented, has a good business. this could be really something."

"and he's gorgeous." her best friend added.

"yeah and he's amazing in bed." both of them laughed loudly until their belly's hurted.

at the cameron's house there were loud voices too but not laughs, shouts and screams.

"are you fucking kidding me rafe?" his wife shouted for the third time in half an hour since he told her he wanted to divorce. "we've been together for eight years. eight and now you want a divorce?"

"yes i want a divorce alice and don't shout at me because i'm not shouting at you." he was sat in their big black sofa. "we're not together because we love eachother we're together because it was convinient to our fathers but now both of them are gone."

he was right, she knew he was right but it was time for them to be looking for a kid not signing a divorce.

"is there someone else?" he wanted to laugh because why was she asking that if she also had someone else on the side. her high-school sweetheart.

"no, there isn't." big lie. "but if there was, you can't persue anything around it when you've been seeing jacob bankey for the last two or three years."

she stayed quiet.

"you know about that?" he chuckled.

"you don't think i know what happens on my own house when i'm not here?" she sat down next to him. "we sign the pre-nup divorce and go our separate ways."

"that easy?"

"alice we did that to make it easy."

two weeks later they signed it but it was a bit late, someone had sent her pictures of his weeding. he didn't think about it, his wedding was the event of the year in outer banks back then.

he knocked on her door, a big bouquet of flowers and that cheeky smile on his face expecting the same thing from her when she opened the door but he faced a stern look and dark circles under her eyes.

"hey sweetheart." she stepped aside to let him in. "didn't answer my texts and i thougth i'd swing by to let you know i was back."

"yeah didn't want to after somebody sent me this." she shoved four pictures on his chest.

his wedding pictures.

"i can explain it." he set down the flowers on her living room table. "i finalised my divorce this week, it was sort of an arranged marriage."

"i don't believe you. you didn't tell me about having a divorce in progress, a wife, a whole life i don't know about." her eyes shifted as if something had clicked on her head. "do you have kids?"

"no no that i don't have." he sighed. "i need you to listen to me please."

"i need you to leave." her voice cracked a bit.

"just for a second." when she didn't say anything he proceeded to explain, to lie on the most part. "i was married for eight years to alice, i was twenty-two and wanted to please my father. the marriage was good for our bussiness and to her father's company, both our last names have a heavy weight on the construction area."

"and?"

"we don't love eachother, never did. she's been seing her high-school boyfriend for at least three years and i know it's not excuse for lying to you but this is the reality of our situation." he closed his eyes for a moment. "we signed a pre-nup divorce we made without our parents knowing because we both knew once our fathers died we wouldn't stay together."

"were you in the process of divorce when we started seeing each other?" he stayed silent for a moment.

"no i wasn't."

"then you have to leave rafe." she nudged towards the door. "because i've been through many liars before and i won't put myself on another relationship with someone i can't trust."

"i'm really sorry." he took a deep breath in. "i wish we would've met on different circumstances because i've never felt the way you made me feel."

"me neither but i won't ever trust you rafe."

"i know." with that their conversation and sort of relationship came to an end.

three months later he was at another festival where she was a headliner.

"this is a song i wrote on one single night after i found out the guy i was dating had a wife or an ex wife sort of." she chuckled southern accent making it charming. "this is homewrecker."

'i ain't no homewrecker

didn't know better

he only gave me his side of the truth'

his cap hid a bit of his face but not whole making it easy to distingue when the camera pointed his way on the crowd.

'and if those walls could talk

I'd wish they tipped me off

but the writing wasn't there

and he wasn't what I thought'

her flowy dress with bell sleeves didn't made justice to her beauty.

'I'm just a girl

who tried to take a man for his word

I can't believe

all the pictures I wish I didn't see

I ain't no homewrecker

but he made a wreck out of me'

she danced around the stage, the country rythm made a heartbreak song easy to listen.

'I ain't no homewrecker

but he made a wreck out of me'

"thank you charleston for this night! you're healing the wreck inside of me."

text

rafe 'i know you probably don't want to hear from me but i was there tonight'

rafe 'it was never my intention to make you feel like it was you that wrecked whatever was left of my marriage because it wasn't your fault at all'

rafe 'i hope we can talk again someday'

y/n 'thank you for the apology

y/n 'but i won't risk being called a homewrecker nor will i allow myself to be wrecked by you again rafe'

y/n 'have a nice life'

he should've think twice before making a wreck out of her.

@droppedyourhnd @congratsloserr @rafesbabygirlx @gillybear17 @theoraekenslover @silkylovey @frankoceanluvr11 @ethanthequeefqueen @chiaraanatra @chenslucy @ijustwanttoreadlols @memoirofasparklemuff1n

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[six-improbable-things]

One thing that the Lockwood & Co tv series does really really really well (one of a few of things it does better than the books imo) is really locking into just how fucked up the world of post-Problem London is, particularly in regard to children's rights.

Getting to see Lucy's backstory on screen in montage form, seeing the way her mom and Jacobs treat her, like a cash cow instead of a human child. Seeing Jacobs' complete and utter incompetence, and the way that the court believed him over her. It really hammers in the severity of the situation.

Minors are working, putting their lives at risk, but they still have no more rights than they do in our world. They're at the mercy of abusive family members and manipulative adults taking advantage of them.

Then there's the entire ward full of ghost-touched CHILDREN that Lucy finds in the hospital. And there's other things too: George's rushed "The Problem is everything we've ever know, all any of us us have ever known, and that's not okay!" The bit about: "The world that made women give up their babies, that's the problem."

Yes, part of the appeal of Lockwood's agency is that there's no adults, and yes, that's partly because the books were written for young people, but also, the corruption of Fittes and the way it manipulates and takes advantage of its agents is the central point of the books.

(Also there's a lot to be said about Kipps's story and the way that the major agencies discard their operatives after they're no longer "useful". Even assuming they do hire their former agents, they don't need nearly as many administrators as they need agents. And being an agent means dropping out of school, so once their Talent fades, former agents (those that survive, that is) are absolutely screwed over for the rest of their lives. Few job prospects, no education or more traditionally useful skills, not to mention a fucking boatload of trauma from being exposed to violent death for years. It's no surprise that Kipps is willing to risk his life for a few more years of job security. Not to mention that he's desperately clinging to the role that has defined his entire existence for at least half a decade. Losing the only thing that's ever made you worth anything (as far as the world is concerned)... no wonder he's terrified.)

Also, @/paranormal-taters made a good point in this post about the decision to make Joplin a woman and the way agents would be more vulnerable to predatory adults (in several ways) due to the way that agents are treated.

I'm going to be upset about this show getting canceled until the day I die, but I would have LOVED to see how they kept going with this theming, since they seemed to be going a little more heavy-handed form earlier in the series than the books. (Which I love!!!! I think it's one of the most interesting things about the series -- in both its forms -- engaging with it as an adult.)

[kitkat5628]

I didn't do my homework well so I gotta ask: I mean... I absolutely adore DickBabs but what's the actual reason DC keeps "pushing" for it if it's so "disliked"?

DC acknowledges that DickKory is more popular, they know. And I... Really really doubt they're supposedly afraid/don't like making money😭🙏 If they were I guess many series that didn't sell well would have been longer than they ended up being, yk...

Is it really a bat and titans editorial problem? Because I know people blame the bat editorial but isn't it DC that makes the final decision? — Actually unsure about how all those editorial things work and are, never really looked up😔

Like genuinely ain't no way a ship that is apparently "hated/disliked by many" has been going on not for a decade, but almost 30 years. DC literally drops everything the moment it doesn't make money??😭 No way they're "pushing" it because of the BatFamily when they broke TimSteph up. No way they're "afraid of making money". No way it's because "they're bias about it"???? There have to be another reason.

Can't even say they're trying to "push" a new thing for a few years to see how it goes cause y'all, we're talking about 30 years. Not just, idk, five or six but thirty.

Something that wouldn't make them make money, after so much years, would still exist and they would be trying so hard to keep it up??

DickKory surely has more fans but if DickBabs had none it would have been gone yeeeeears ago, I think🤨 We comic fans that have been reading for years can argue that Tom Taylor run wasn't... The best. He did give us some nice content but it ain't the best of the best (Depends on your tastes too though!)... But it did get more new fans into Nightwing. Like, many, many new. And while we know that the couple doesn't really feel like themselves, new fans seems to have enjoyed it. So I can guess his run did get many more DickBabs shippers — and with Watters writing them even better there might be even more later in the future, if they do keep things up like this. Now that Tom Taylor's books sold a lot, there might be even more DickBabs? Not... sure how it works ahah;; — it'd make sense if they would be trying to "push" it but what about before?😭

Since Tom Taylor, if I'm not mistaking, wanted to get them married but DC stopped him, it means that the bat editorial doesn't have control over everything, obviously... Their decisions do need approval, we can't blame it all on them.

So again there has to be an actual reason that... Makes sense? Other than the "afraid of making money" or "bat editorial being possessive of Dick" or "DC wanting to push BatFamily".

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On a little side note, I'm tagging this as DickKory/Kory/Starfire because it's kinda about it too? But, if you believe it shouldn't, let me know in the comments and I'll make sure to remove the tag :).

[nfoxysun]

Pick a pile!!

pile one pile two

pile three

Who's your future spouse???

Hi!! Here i am after a long time bc a lot happened (again) but i returned with your pac!!🙂‍↕️💗

Pile one

my dear pile one, your future spouse is someone who's very vulnerable at the moment. they're always alert when something shifts in their gaze and have an extreme awareness of what's going on around them. they're really gracious and move with elegance, they might be really gracile in appearance (idk why i picked up this), so gracile to seem like they might break with a caress. they have a type of beauty that's sophisticated and really really elegant, I'm picking something high class actually, maybe in the way they dress, they have some sort of unique style. i see a lot of white, pearls, rose gold... very artist style and nature!!

btw, even if they seem to be really balanced on the outside, their mind is restless. they are often the one that's hyper aware of their surroundings, sometimes even borderline hyper vigilant too, and they might get anxious really easily, making for them hard to enjoy their life, especially when it comes to enjoy the life they cultivated and curated themselves!!! they constantly should be reminded to go back to the present moment, their mind races too fast and when out of balance their body might suffer too bc of their minds.

they change a lot of focus in their life, they constantly need new challenges and they might get bored really easily if they feel blocked. i think that's one of the other reasons why they feel always restless, it's not just a "omg what should i do with my life", to them it's actually a need to be always working on something different, they need a lot of emotional and mental stimulation to keep up with they're day, and when they have that, they're really overworking themselves. this lifestyle can be really interesting for a while in relationships, but still, since they're easily bored, they might not stay for so long in a relationship, but this just until they'll meet the one that can mentally stimulate them a lot.

also, if they don't have clear goals, they really might get lost in the current tho but i see them to be really such an achiever and hard worker, i think that they might change a lot after meeting you, working on their lifestyle more and to meet your personal needs. however, just know that they're very indecisive and easily distracted, something very adhd with a mix of anxiety coded.

they might travel a lot and have a very frenetic lifestyle, but still, they love art and yoga. they're a little bit of an all rounded🙂‍↕️

Archetypes: fish and gazelle with a little bit of bee🌟

Pile two

Pile two, your future spouse is such a rigid thinker, it gives me hierophant vibes. they might be really tied to rigid structures and tend to judge ppl a lot when out of balance, however, they're not the one giving orders but the one following them, and they're really good at it. i think it's more a moral thing to do for them, i see this person on top of something in their life, i think it's something religious, and they might be really strict with following the "right" rules. i don't think it's something typical tho, they might actually be pagan or hindu, maybe buddhist, I'm really sure it's not tied to abrahamic religions tho and, if they're not religious, they have an high moral compass that they follow very strictly.

they might be some hot head and tend to isolate themselves when angry, they really need some solo time to regenerate and to not stay angry all along, maybe to not to burst in anger on you. i think it's really a big problem but i see also that they know about it and that's why they might often be found in nature, trying to reconnect to themselves. they don't want to hurt anyone, they're really self conscious.

i think they might be a really old soul, that's why it's hard for them to find someone that could understand them. their love life hasn't been so good honestly, i see a lot of betrayal but they rose from it. their energy is really healing, they might come off as weird but it's really a pleasure to have them next to you.

they might be a poet or writer too and they really love to explore new things, but not in the pile one way tho, they need it for curiosity and from a place of knowledge, not for keeping their mind busy or to feel stimulated. they might also be really expressive and sensual in their ways, but never vulgar, they just incarnate a very sensual and expressive energy. i feel like they might be blocked into showing and accepting that kind of energy tho bc of their internal rules, i think you might help them s lot under this point of view.

Archetypes: fire ants, sea serpent and turtle 🐢

Pile three

this person is the real father archetype, I'm not saying it's a male, but it has really strong masculine and stable vibes within themselves, that's why I'm referring to them this way.

this person is a real provider and gives stability to their loved ones, both physically and in a materialistic way of thinking. they're also fully established in themselves and knows their core values, they have a strong moral and follows it a lot in every choice they make. they're well known and respected thanks to their way of acting in ways to uphold their values but sometimes their ego can become a little bit too much. however they're really good parents and i really think they might love to have a family.

their focus and determination are unmatched and they can achieve l, with charm and grace, everything they put their mind on but sometimes they have the problem that they often take their inner gifts for granted, that's why sometimes they can get really shy or doubtful, this might get them to withdrawing or hiding and protecting their deepest desires. they're really patient and private about what they love. they share their inner self only with who they trust the most.

they're really kind, supportive, generous and true to themselves in their core but still, sometimes, their shadow part wins and they might get really pretentious. they might struggle with some addictions, I'm getting alcohol especially, maybe to escape their control issues (yes, they have a lot of control issues). some other things about them, it's that they're very observant, stealth and precise in their words and actions and do not waste any energies or resources to who doesn't deserve that.

they're also very self transformative and very good at it, dedicating their whole life to both personal and spiritual growth. put these traits up with everything i already said about their traits, they both inspires and intimidates others, but still very respected.

i see them as a very peaceful kind of person and very strong both mentally and physically. sometimes they might be also way too serious or withdrawn, that's why they really need to be surrounded by other ppl.

Archetypes: Elk, oyster and lion 🦁

Heyyy, this is my first pac!!! i used a different deck for this so that i could catch the essence and not their backstory this time lolll, I'll do that for another pac if you liked it🙂‍↕️💗 also, sorry if it's just 3 piles but i still have to learn a lot!!! i hope you enjoyed this reading!!!

[a-little-ray-of-fantasy]

I personally feel that Stolas, Fizz, and Angel Dust within the hellaverse (helluverse? Sorry I’m unsure) aren’t very good examples of mlm relationships. I understand your thoughts on Stolas and how much hate you’ve heard about his character so I won’t dive into him as much.  I apologize if I come off as rude I personally would just like to share my feelings on the subject matter. 

I am an mlm person and a historian. I understand that other mlm people enjoy the mlm relationships in vivziepops shows and I’m merely showing my personal experience. 

Many other mlm people I know also have problems with the representation so I am not the only person but I do not speak for us all. 

My main issue is that it feels like the mlm ships cater to fujoshis due to the stereotypes written in as well as how overly sexualized the relationships are compared to wlw relationships and „straight“ relationships (ex: Moxie and Millie, Charlie and Vaggie) 

I feel like the ask is getting long so I’ll respond to you again with more of my thoughts but I feel like the helluverse is fetishizing main mlm relationships (and characters) and it makes me uncomfortable. I would genuinely like to see your thoughts on this and understand why you have your own opinions! :) 

And others instead feel there's nothing wrong with these ships, and feel seen in these characters BECAUSE they're imperfect and controversial.

When it comes to representation, especially the LGBT+ or disabilities kind, I feel like there's this need that the characters involved have to be so perfect and flawless that it won't be demonized by the public and EVERYONE will be able to see themselves in said characters.

The truth is, that's impossible. You can't write a single queer or disabled character that can speak to all queer or disabled people, because they all have different experiences.

And why shouldn't an LGBT+ couple be unproblematic? Just like any straight couple it deserves to have its contradictions and nuance.

Talking about said couples: what makes them "fetishes", exactly? Especially considering other LGBT+ people wrote them? Because, as biromantic asexual myself, I'll tell you what I see.

Huskerdusk? It's about the relationship between Angel Dust and Husker. One is a porno star in an abusive contract with a perverted pimp and feels the need to drunk himself to death hoping to finally numb himself to the pain, the other was once a powerful soul owner that ended up with the wrong deal and is now a slave to another Overlord, and grew significantly bitter and cynical as a result.

Both of them are broken souls that were able to see each other and bond over their scars. Husk is the only one that truly sees Angel's need to mask himself, calls him out on it, and tells him "We all suck, but together we can make the best of it." Therefore they'll slowly be able to heal together.

Two scarred people that start opening up thanks to each other. That seems like a positive message, huh?

And what about FizzarOzzie? We've got Fizzarolli that went through a horrific incident inadvertently caused by Blitzø that ruined his career as an entertainer, one that meant the world for a perfectionist with an imposter syndrome like him.

Now disabled, he constantly feels the need to work himself to death to show to himself that he deserves Mammon's attention and Ozzie's love. And then Ozzie comes and says "Why are you so hard on yourself? You don't need to win my love: I love you for you, with all your flaws and virtues".

This is about Fizzarolli that was able to rise from the ashes of the incident and insecurities thanks to people that still believe and love him. Ozzie utterly adores him, and Blitzø could finally go past the trauma and make amends, and is absolutely supportive of him, wishing he'd let go of Mammon's influence that's feeding his insecurities.

It's a story about accepting yourself thanks to the love that comes from people that truly care about you. Again, a positive message that comes from flawed people.

And finally, the piece de resistance! Stolitz, Stolitz, Stolitz.

What can we say about these two walking disaster areas that hasn't been said yet?

Blitzø, the scarred assassin, who got abused by his father, lost his mother in a fire he caused without meaning to, ruined so many relationships out of self sabotage because he's so sure that he's too broken to be loved, despite the fact he craves affection like a moth to a flame.

Stolas, the caged prince, neglected in childhood and abused in a loveless marriage, imprisoned in a system that would always look down on him, his daughter his only light in the dark tunnel that's his life made of depression and numbing medications and wine.

They found each other through dubious means that would benefit one another: sex work, a form of transaction that's very demonized, but Blitzø was fine with it, as he sees his body as his biggest offer, and it's detached enough that he can have Stolas' grimoire without much of a trouble. And Stolas can see his first ever friend again, and finally find some joy again.

And Stolas gets to show his classist views on him, which IS aggravating, don't get me wrong, but it's not born out of malice, as the bird grew up sheltered in a blue blood environment AND, considering he's never formed any kind of relationship, his social skills are abysmal. Still, both let this slide: after all, it's all a transaction, nothing serious.

But then the worst happened: they caught feelings. The transaction went deeper than Blitzø intended, as Stolas truly wanted to know him better, and so... Blitzø does what he knows best: he creates distance, insisting Stolas only wants him for his body. It hurts less to pretend Stolas' love is fake than to admit his feelings are genuine and break him too.

Yet, Stolas was broken already, and his sense of self was starting to heal thanks to Blitzø, so when he sees his beloved create distance, he tries to give it to him, as he figures, why would he want someone who constantly demeaned him? No wonder he doesn't want to see me anymore.

Both completely misread the situation, and ended up hurting each other as a result. These two are able to destroy each other from communication issues, and yet... through a show of total love, AKA willingness to give their life on the line to save the other, are shown they can also build each other up.

Now Blitzø is on a roll, as he's able to be open to show affection and be more confident about people caring about him. While Stolas lost everything from his grand proof of his love for Blitzø, and his depressed state won't allow him to truly believe he's worthy of any kind of love, at this point.

But, they're a work in progress, both of them. As communication starts to improve, so their bond will. One bright and indomitable as light, the other gentle and sentimental like a heart. In all the disasters around and in them, they couldn't be more perfect for each other.

So, again, I only see troubled individuals that are healing thanks to love. I don't see that much "fetishes", here.

Maybe you think M&Ms or Chaggie are less "problematic"? Maybe it's because they're better at communicating, and even then, these couples also go through their hardships.

Moxxie and Millie are a power couple, of course, but one could say they're overly tied to one another, and it's been shown they're not always eye to eye. Which is perfectly fine, not all couples have to be on the same page always. And now that Millie is going through a pregnancy she didn't plan, we'll see how this plays a part in their bond.

And Charlie and Vaggie are also a power couple, but again, they too have their blind spots. Vaggie feels the need to be "of use and support" to Charlie, as she tries her darnest to show the gratitude for saving her after Heaven banished her (something she couldn't reveal to Charlie). And Charlie needed to acknowledge Vaggie's position and opinions. But, again, they're so secure about the love they have for each other that these problems get resolved more quickly.

Really, man, a ship being "problematic" or "consisting of flawed people" isn't a "fetish". We're talking about couples, here: every ship has its perks and flaws. Yes, EVEN LGBT+ ones, and I think these ships showing a rawer side of queer romance is actually a perk of these shows.

We LGBT+ people don't need "sanitized" relationships to be represented, we want realistic, nuanced and even problematic. Because we ARE realistic, nuanced and problematic, because we're people.

And representation only works when there are more examples than one kind of experience.

[kedreeva]

No problem! I went back outside and took pics of the in-progress tower I have in the yard, since it's a little easier to see the guts of it.

this is what my towers look like completed and installed in the barn:

They're small, roughly 30x20" floor space or so. Coturnix should not be housed in rack systems at a housing density LESS than 1 quail per square foot; housing them less densely than that can lead to territorial aggression issues. There are some people who say they can be housed at 3 per square feet, but I find that as adults, they don't hold feather condition all that well when they're housed like that, so my max is generally 2 per square foot on adults (the babies like it a bit more crowded for sleeping piles). These are big enough to hold 8 adults that way, but more typically they hold 4-6. I found this smaller size to work better for me because I like to use single males instead of 2-3 for larger groups.

It's also just plain old easier to clean. At 5'3" I'm not super tall, and pulling a 3 foot by 2 foot floppy tray with poop (and potentially liquid shitwater if the quail have been messy with the water cups) and trying to maneuver it was a fucking nightmare. Which just led to me not wanting to do it as often. These trays are MUCH more manageable, and because I can maneuver them easily, it's easier for me to psych myself up for dealing with a bunch of poop.

Sark found this post and sent me the link to the Opti-cutter site!

So that the post doesn't get toooo long, I'll put more photos below the cut.

Here is the tower from the rear, without the top or back panels

The doors were. not measured correctly this time, so there's a gap between them that isn't there on the main towers. But here's the front view of them. There is a piece of wood screwed into the inner edge of the right door, to close the gap (and I'll be adding another to the left door, the doors should touch). There is no middle brace for the doors to latch to, they both open completely up for cleaning and quail catching.

Side view of one level of it. You can see the tray that serves as the floor is on a VERY slight slant, which is what allows the eggs to roll out

You can also see the wire is just a simple little panel. Really easy to cut out and staple in. You can also juuuust see the lid of the cage under it is the same wire. Some builds just allow the poop tray to sit on top and serve as a ceiling. I hated that. When I remove the tray, there's way too much of a chance they could flush up and out. So i wired it. But you technically don't have to, if you want to save a buck.

here you can see that the "floor" of the thing is its own separate entity not a part of the main frame ladder. These are built separately from the frame, and applied at the end. Building them like this means that you can REMOVE (and even replace JUST) them if they break, wear, or get too dirty. The screw forward of my finger is what holds it to the frame, along with the one forward of that on the same side of the wood. The one next to my finger to the left is part of the floor frame. If you look toward the far side (the front) you can see the floor frame is pressed right up against the bottom of the door.

The wire MUST RUN FRONT TO BACK ON TOP

We fucked this up TWICE during the original builds and ended up recycling the floor frames to be grow out cages, but my god. It seems like such a simple thing and it is not. our brains did NOT want to help us in this endeavor, because you are stapling it to the bottom of the frame, but it's "on top" when you're stapling and. just be careful. ALSO get help with stretching the wire. If it's loose, the rollout opening may be big enough for quail to fit through.

Door. We put the wire on the inside, I've seen people put it on the outside, I don't think it particularly matters. We did wire inside because we use j-feeders through the doors, so that they're on front where I can feed them without moving anything. The racks themselves only fit perfectly in the spot I wanted them to go if we didn't have the feeders on the side BUT lots of people put them on the side for whatever reason.

Hope that helps!

hey guys i've been doin' a bunch of research on raising and keeping quail (specifically coturnix quail) and I want to start putting down plans for building an elevated hutch

what I want to know- for anyone who currently takes care of quail- what building material, wire gauge for standing on, sand/dirt, etc is ideal for adult quail? Like things I wouldn't easily find out about while searching online (I know that they have to be built smaller than 18 inches or taller than 6 feet)

also i'm open to learn more in general if anyone has niche tips for quail care 👀

[latteodyssey]

How they show that they're interested in you | Green Lantern Troops x Reader ˚｡⋆୨୧

— Hal Jordan

Hal's flirtatious nature was impossible to ignore, but it wasn’t always easy to tell if his charming words and playful gestures were just part of his general personality or if there was something deeper beneath the surface. He aways seemed to come up with a well-timed compliment or gave sly wink that left you wondering. In the beginning, it felt like you were caught in a game — his teasing and easy banter made it hard for you to separate his genuine interest from his natural charm.

But then, little by little, you started to see the subtleties in his behavior. He was consistent with his compliments, always picking out things about you that no one else would notice — the way you laughed at jokes, the sparkle in your eyes when you were passionate about something, even the way you’d lightly tuck your hair behind your ear. It wasn’t just about appearance; it was about the details that most people overlooked. This made you realize he wasn’t simply giving compliments to everyone around him; they were specific, intentional, and directed solely at you. You could tell that, despite his teasing nature, he was genuinely drawn to you.

Over time, you also realized that his flirtation wasn’t just an act — it was his way of expressing affection. He didn’t just want to make you smile for the moment; he wanted to make you feel seen, valued, and appreciated in ways that others might not.

Hal was the kind of guy who loved to love out loud, but as you got to know him better, you understood that beneath his flirtatious exterior was a heart that was genuine, loyal, and fully invested in the people he cared about. And, of course, the compliments kept coming, each one feeling more sincere than the last.

He eventually asked you out in a pretty straightforward way, the man hasn't got time to waste.

— Kyle Rayner

Kyle was definitely not as straightforward as Hal. At first, he kept his feelings to himself, but he had a warmth about him that made you feel comfortable in his presence. He was friendly, always eager to start conversations with you, and genuinely interested in learning about your hobbies and interests.

He had a way of remembering even the smallest details from your talks and would send you messages whenever something reminded him of you or something you’d discussed before. His thoughtful nature extended to actions, too. He began offering to help you with everything, even tasks you could easily manage on your own. Carrying groceries? No problem — he’d insist on taking them for you. Need a ride home? He was already on his way, no questions asked.

Before long, random sketches of you began to appear in his sketchbooks. He couldn't resist capturing the little moments that made you who you were.

As the two of you grew closer, his feelings deepened, and eventually, he felt confident enough to ask you out on an official date — no more subtle hints, just a simple, heartfelt invitation to take things to the next level.

— John Stewart

John is the type of person who takes his time to get close to someone, but once he does, he’s all in—showing care and thoughtfulness in his actions.

He was took great pride in fixing broken things around your house, even when the both of you were just friends - is your bedroom door broken? Fixed! Has your washing machine has not been working for a long time? Fixed! Nothing can stop a man with an instruction manual, a green intergalatic power ring, and a great desire to please the person he likes.

He’s not shy, he’s just a more serious, old fashioned guy. He wanted to show you that, not only is he interested in you, but that he can make your like easier — that you can trust him with your time and energy. Spending time with John felt safe, almost like if you’ve known each other since the beginning of time.

After some time, where he felt a connection between you, he decided to ask you out directly. He planned a date, keeping in mind activities and interests that you had previously mentioned in one of your casual chats.

[h4mmiee]

dont mind me i just wanna yap about kpop demon hunters for a second from the perspective of a mixed korean-american

ive been seeing a lot of posts about how rumi being half demon is a metaphor for her being mixed (and the troubling implications of what demon hunters are then), and while i get where that theory comes from, id like to propose an alternate theory based on my experiences as a korean-american and how becoming a demon relates to shame and stigma !!

personally, i think rumi being half demon is more about the circumstances of her birth than her being actually mixed. it's mentioned a lot in the movie that becoming a demon has more to do with sin and shame than what you are -- it's a result of your past actions and choices, your "patterns" that physically reflect on your body. jinu is a human first but turns into a demon because of his selfish choices, but as rumi points out, she was born with patterns and born a demon. she's a demon as a result of the choices her father most likely made during his life.

korean society as a whole, in my experience, is still pretty judgmental over the circumstances of someone's birth and how a child is raised. circumstances like single parents, having children very early, being mixed, and struggling with substances and addiction are heavily stigmatized in korea still, and that judgement can often be (unfairly) passed onto the child as well. to me, rumi being half demon is a reflection of how she carries the weight of her parents' actions and who they were, and how she struggles to reconcile that with the person everyone else sees her as. for that reason, jinu is initially the only person she feels she can trust, as he's also carrying the shame of his own actions.

what's important though is when rumi, mira, and zoey ultimately do fight, it's not because rumi is half demon, but because she was hiding that from her friends and lying to them. mira and zoey are rather open about their insecurities and flaws, but rumi especially is closed off to them because she's terrified of their judgement. but something that's important about mira and zoey, however briefly it's mentioned, is that both of them also come from dysfunctional families. mira is an openly rebellious child and it's implied she doesn't speak with her family anymore, which is not as common in korea as it is in western countries. zoey is korean-american and it seems implied her parents are separated and she's struggled to find a place where she feels comfortable as a result. of course they'd understand rumi's struggles -- they deal with their own too. i think that's why in the finale sequence you can see small "patterns" on their clothing too, because they're similar to rumi in that way.

rumi being half demon is ultimately what allows her to receive jinu's soul, upgrade her sword, and turn the holmoon rainbow -- her past and her "shame" is what gives her even more strength to not just fix problems, but heal them. likewise, jinu isn't absolved of his past, but he's shown to still be able to make good choices now and change as a person in a way that benefits the world. gwima says early on jinu never does anything that doesn't serve himself, but he ends up being the first one to jump in and support huntr/x in their fight, giving his own soul to rumi so she can fight.

i love kpop demon hunters because the themes of it spoke very heavily to me as a mixed korean-american. the feeling of shame that jinu and rumi discuss is something that i really identified with, and i just wanted to yap about my thoughts on it. please feel free to add/discuss -- im only one perspective coming from my own personal experience, and i'd love to hear more !!

[huntrix-saja-boys]

LUNA-R

This is my first fic for KPDH so please don't mean if characters are OOC.

Beta-read and music co-written by the lovely @queens-peril

Enjoy, heathens!

(also I may or may not make covers of the songs I wrote on my tiktok... when I make the instrumentals for it...)

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Rumi groaned and turned to the noise behind her. "Do all of you have to be in here while I'm cooking?!"

"Yes." Mystery just stood there, possibly staring at her as he kept a hand on Baby's shoulder to try and stop him from jumping up and reaching his snack box.

Rumi pressed her lips into a thin line, staring at the four boys invading her kitchen. "Fine. If you keep bothering me, I have no choice but to burn your pancakes."

Baby, Romance, Abby, and presumably Mystery, all looked at her with wide eyes, shocked that she would even dream of doing something so horrendous. "NO!"

"Then out! Out of my kitchen! Begone!" She shooed them away, shaking her butter-covered spatula as they ran out. "Baby! Put those chips back! We're eating soon!"

"They're for Zoey!"

"They're not for me! He's lying!"

"Put them back, Baby!" Rumi said, turning back to the stove to keep cooking. She heard some quiet tussling in the living room, someone snatching something away before coming in.

"I know, I know." Jinu's gentle voice cut through the sizzling in the air. "I'll get out of your kitchen."

Rumi turned and smiled, seeing him put away the bag of chips before starting to leave. "Where's my good morning kiss?"

Jinu turned back, a smile gracing his lips before pulling her in for a quick peck. "Good morning."

"Good morning. Did you sleep well?"

"Like a log." He floated up and sat on the counter, letting Rumi move back to the stove. "That new mattress is amazing."

"Good. I was hoping a harder mattress could help with your back problems." She flipped the final pancake onto the stack and handed it to him, along with a large bowl of scrambled eggs and some syrup. "Take these to the table. And don't let Baby near them."

"Yes ma'am." He turned and left the kitchen as quietly as he came in.

"FOOD!"

"NO, BABY!" A smack echoed in the living room. "Bad Saja Boy!"

Rumi sighed and poured a large cup of black coffee for herself as she checked on the bacon. She was gonna need it if she was gonna deal with any of them today. "THANK YOU, ZOEY!"

"YOU'RE WELCOME!"

It only took a few short minutes before all the food was out on the pristinely set table. Everyone gathered around, the girls trying to eat with some decorum, and the boys shoveling food into their mouths like ravenous dogs. Well, all except for Jinu. He seemed to be the only one of the five with some level of restraint.

"You do realize that humans don't eat like that, right?" Zoey said, grabbing the attention of the four boys. "We're not wild animals when it comes to food."

Rumi and Mira both shared a knowing glance. They couldn't even count the times Zoey had demolished an entire Party Size bag of Cheeto Puffs before a concert. Or after a concert. Or on any regular day in general.

"But we're hungry..."

"You're always hungry," Mira said, rolling her eyes. "And don't speak with a mouthful of food. It looks and sounds gross."

"You look and sound gross!"

"Ok! Ok," Rumi said, holding up her hands to try a stop a fight from breaking out. "Both of you, calm down. And boys, you should probably eat slower. You're might choke if you don't."

They all rolled their eyes, mumbling under their breaths as they tried to eat like civilized people.

Once Jinu was done eating, he stood up and grabbed the few empty plates. "Finish up and get dressed. I want everyone by the door in 15 minutes so we can run errands."

Baby groaned and leaned back in his chair. "Can't you go on your own?"

"Getting groceries for eight people is not a one person job, Baby. We all need to help," Zoey said, following Jinu to the kitchen with her own empty plate.

"Especially with how much your fat ass eats..." Abby mumbled.

"I'm not fat! What part about me is fat?!" Baby shouted, gesturing to himself.

"If you two start fighting again then I'm grabbing the Get Along Shirt!" Rumi cut in.

Both boys glared at her and quickly shut up.

"Good. Now go get dressed."

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"UGHHHHH! My feet hurt!"

They had only been out for an hour and Baby was already whining.

"I told you not to wear your converse," Jinu said with a sigh. "They're half a size too small."

"But they match my hoodie," he whined again.

"You do realize you're not an actual toddler, right?" Mira said condescendingly, heaving a heavy bag of groceries. "You don't have to act like one all the time."

Baby stopped whining immediately, turning to the redhead with a growl and a sneer. "And you realize that you don't have to be a bi-"

Zoey shoved a lollipop into his mouth before he could finish. "Baby, shut up."

"My feet are starting to hurt, though," Mira said to Rumi. "Could we stop-" Before she could finish, Abby picked her up and carried her on his back like it was second nature.

Rumi just smiled at the girl's shocked face. "How's the view?"

"Rumi, make him put me down. Now."

"You can just ask me yourself," Abby said, rolling his eyes.

"Rumi. Make. Him. Put. Me. Down. NOW."

"Abby, can you please set Mira down?" Rumi asked sweetly.

Abby mumbled something about "being nice" and set her back on her feet. "There. Happy?"

Mira reached up and smacked the back on his head as hard as she could. "Now I am."

"Oh, you bi-"

"Abby, shut up." Zoey shoved a lollipop in his mouth as well.

"There's a lot of people out today..." Mystery said softly. He never liked being around a lot of people. Rumi always thought it was odd, but there is a big difference in being around a lot of people and being on a stage where you can keep your distance from the fans.

"Yeah," Jinu said with a chuckle. "Kind of reminds me when we debuted." As soon as he said that, everyone seemed to stop. It couldn't be happening again, could it?

Rumi shared a look with the girls, then snapped her head in the direction of the faint music. She ran over to the crowd that gathered, music getting louder as she ran into the middle of it. She heard their footsteps pounding behind her, quickly drowned out as techno music filled the air.

"Mercury, Venus, Earth, and Mars The love you give me Is beyond these stars"

"Gwi-Ma is seriously trying this again?"

"You'd think after your guys' big failure, he'd give up."

Zoey pulled a lollipop out of her tote bag. "Mira-"

"No, I want the cherry one."

Zoey shoved the grape flavored lollipop into her mouth. "You can't make demands when you're being mean."

Mira just glared and kept watching the performance.

Four women sang and danced around in blue galaxy themed dresses. One of them was very over the top. Puff sleeves, faux lace bodice, with a huge skirt that puffed out from a petticoat. Rumi guessed that she was the maknae, due to the cutesy look. Her hair was held up in large space buns, charms dangling off and clinking with every movement.

Another one dressed more plain. A sleeveless turtleneck dress, with a solid deep blue to galaxy gradient, her arms covered in charm bracelets and golden bangles. Her hair was put into a crown braid that ended at the base of her hairline, with the rest of her hair dangling in a ponytail that ended on the small of her back. There was a good chance she was the leader.

The third was their center, dressed in a more tough looking outfit. An oversized t-shirt with a nebula on it and riddled with holes, exposing a black tank top underneath. Low rise dark denim jeans, with a painted galaxy starting below the knees. Her hair was in an emo cut, to put it bluntly. Blue pixie cut hair with large bangs that covered her right eye (or left, from Rumi's perspective).

The last had a similar vibe to the leader. She had a cropped halter top, with a high waisted skirt that looked like the night sky. Her hair was wrapped up in a small braid, falling just between her shoulders. Judging by the way she expertly hit every move, she was the choreographer.

"You know, Rumi," Jinu said softly. "Just because a new group is debuting the same way we did, doesn't necessarily mean they're demons."

Almost as if on cue, the light hit their arms just right and their patterns glittered for the small group.

"....ok, so they're demons..."

"Do we seriously have to deal with this again?" Zoey said, her face clouded with sadness. "I thought we just had to deal with normal demons now!"

"Shh!" Rumi slammed her hand over Zoey's mouth. "Don't let everyone know!"

"Hm-hm hm hm?" Zoey asked behind her hand.

"No. No Zoey shut up." Rumi turned her attention back to the demons before them as they moved into the chorus.

"Darling, you must be, From the heavens above! Come on, baby, hit me With that galactic love!

Let me take your halo, And fill you up with sin! You can be my fallen Angel, Let me taste your skin!"

"Let me taste your skin?" Rumi repeated, looking weirded out from the line.

"Even Rome can write better lines than that..." Mystery said quietly, his voice almost entirely drowned out by the techno.

Zoey gasped and looked over at Rumi, shocked. "Are they cannibal demons? Can demons be cannibals?"

"Well, they'd have to eat other demons to be cannibals," Mira commented.

"Hey, you have a lollipop! Lollipop means shut up!" Zoey said, motioning for her to put the lollipop back in her mouth.

"I mean, it's still a pretty good song..." Jinu said, bobbing his head side to side to the beat.

The other seven turned to him, and Zoey just silently handed him a lollipop.

Jinu sighed and took the strawberry shortcake flavored lollipop. "Jinu, shut up," he said before starting to suck on the lollipop.

Rumi bit her lip, trying not to dance along to the intoxicating rhythm like the rest of the crowd while their center started to rap.

"When the stars align Oh, it just feels so right. I need you in my arms Under the moonlight.

You look so fine Like a supernova! I can't control myself You got me blowin' over!

Without you, I feel empty Like the vacuum of space But I know your worship Can never be replaced

Give me your soul Give me your heart Baby, with my love We'll never be apart"

"She's a pretty good rapper," Baby commented, his head bobbing to the rhythm.

"Baby-! Oh, you're done with your lollipop," Zoey said, not realizing she had become a slave to the rhythm as well as the group went into the final chorus, going all out with the choreo.

"Darling, you must be, From the heavens above! Come on, baby, hit me With that galactic love!

Let me take your halo, And fill you up with sin! You can be my fallen Angel, Let me taste your skin!

Hit me with that galactic love! There's nothing I need more of!"

The demons stopped, smiling gently as the crowd clapped and cheered for them. The leader stepped forward, looking so humble and kind.

"Thank you, thank you! You all are sooooo kind!" She said with a bright smile. "We hope you all tune in tonight to see us on Weekly Idol! Until then-" She paused, slamming her high heel into the pavement in unison with the other three. They all posed their left hands into a reverse L and pressed them against their foreheads.

"LUNA-R is LUNA-OUT!" They said in unison, shooting their hands up before disappearing into a cloud of cosmic smoke and dust.

The crowd began to disperse, and the group of eight begrudgingly continued on their shopping trip.

"I serrrrrriouslyyyyyy thought we were over with thissssss!"

"I know, Zoey," Rumi sighed, holding the groceries closer. "Let's just finish getting food and we'll make a battle plan back at home."

The group continued in silence for only a few moments.

"Oh, so I act like a whiny little bitch and it's the end of the world," Baby began. "But Zoey starts whining and everything is fine?!"

"UGHHHHHH! Zoey, make him shut up," Mira groaned.

"I gave Jinu the last one..." She said sadly. "I put them on the grocery list..."

"Hey, I want an answer!" He demanded, getting in front of Mira.

"Baby, your mere existence doesn't even dignify an answer."

"Oh, so you're on the bitch train today!"

"You did not just call me a bitch!"

"Yes I did!"

Rumi screamed in frustration, ready to pull her hair out. "That's it! You're both going in the Get Along Shirt when we get back!" She stormed ahead of the group, ignoring Mira and Baby's pleading to do "anything but the Get Along Shirt."

[sorormaior]

Husbandry AU: So, where would one learn about keeping Emperors? And eventually acquire one? Because I've been on the lookout for my own little astartes but I just haven't been able to really bond with any of them, they're just not for me. I even took a look at someone's adorable primarchs, but while they were lovely and sweet, I just didn't click with them. So, this is my last avenue. I've yet to find any who house Emperors, who some information would be fantastic. Maybe I'm just not looking in the right places?

So!

Emperors are expensive, I’ll just say that right now. I’ve never met an Emperor who didn’t require auramite and silk, and they are notedly picky.

That being said, I’d recommend checking out The Yellow King’s work on his blog and youtube channel. I’ve been throwing his links at Perce for various problems they’ve been having with Star, and Constantin seems solid. He also keeps Custodes, which settles his Emperor a lot, not that I’m about to suggest that it’s mandatory to get a Custodes. God knows they’re just as expensive and high maintenance as Emperors.

Much like Primarchs, in many provinces Emperors require a licence- some of them you need a Primarch licence and a separate Emperor license so check your local laws.

And lastly: make sure you get your Emperor from a reliable source, the exotic Astartes trade is pervasive in modern day Astartes-keeping.

[soulstagger]

When he compliments her in the best possible way, associating her with someone who seemed so cool and strong. Even Flavia fails to hide the rosy cheeks she's gifted in this moment, a nervous fidget as her worries bleed away from her over stepping for a moment.

"If I ever get to meet them again as an equal, I'll let them come visit this place too. And you'll understand... how warm they are." How much they radiated comfort and strength, any worries they're left with could be solved and washed away. Flavia was sure.

She nods her head, though she knows she can't always be here and away from home. Even if it's a little work, it's a peaceful place to visit and help. And having access to a place like this, if she ever had to save a friend.. maybe she could come here to save them.

Though the mood is far better, and Flavia is all smiles with her nodding. Agreeing in real time to help, "I'd love that! I'll have to find what I can do to help but, even if it's learning how to. That's a start."

But as good as the mood is, she seems to visibly sour when treatment is offered. Her hand moves to the side of her neck, a nervous tick for most.. but for a vampire it's right where one would sink their fangs into someone.

"I... can't receive treatment just yet for my problems." Too many people would notice, what's been done to her, it exists to keep others safe.

"B-but I don't mind knowing I have people like you, Marianne and Annie to talk to so far! So that's treatment enough!"

Flandre is... surprised when she spins him around. At first, he just stares in disbelief... then he begins to laugh.

This was not a mocking laugh, nor a hollow, bitter laugh, but rather something more hearty and whole.

"It's incredible, just how similar the two of you are!" He's, of course, referring to Marianne. She'd refused to use him in a very similar manner. "Well said, Flavia. I don't know who these role models of yours are, but I feel like you've got the right idea. In truth, while I don't hold a high opinion of myself, I do try to inspire more in the Children."

It's like, the air in the room feels a bit lighter. He takes the Remilia doll, and puts it on a nearby table, next to a doll of himself.

"In truth, there are a number of things I could ask of you. If you're looking to work on more equal terms. The House of Lights is always in need of staff, if even just part time or occasional work. And... I feel like you could be a big help to some of the Children, like Annie or Marianne, if you talk to them."

"And in exchange, we can help you. We've already made our doors open to you, but if there's anything else you need, I can see about helping. We do specialize in medical, magical, and mental care here, so I suppose I could ask you..."

"...is there any treatment you need?"

[kings-highway]

I just reread The Boring Half Of Bokuto's Bar Crawl and I desperately need to know their boyfriends' POV of them hanging out.

Do the Captains panic when they don't do check ins because they know it usually means they're doing something wild, only for their partners to give them a completely benign reason why they didn't respond? I especially loved the line about their 'insane luck', like they seem to be the kind to play the lottery or something and win a good chunk of money and collect it without anything bad happening

See the thing about Anon Asks is that I have no idea if you're someone who's read a lot of my stuff or not... So I'm gonna go ahead and assume not, so I will advise in case you haven't read it that Bar Crawl was actually written as an unofficial sequel to "The Hazing of Captain Kita Shinsuke" The Hazing, of course, follows the captains being absolutely abnormal about hanging out, and their partners back home being completely over their bullshit.

Otherwise, I mostly do write from the Captains' POV, so the question greatly entertains me lol. Since both Hazing and Bar Crawl were written as satire of my Captain of Captains' series, (and Floor 4 and The Island) all of which revolve around the captains not being able to experience a normal goddamn day.

That being said, I part of what I funniest about this group is that the boyfriend squad, at least in my headcanon, don't actually hang out together. Like I think the captains actually would panic if their boyfriends all went out for a night on the town not because of their own experiences but because of how out of character it would be. In my world, the captains are like a group of middle aged women, and the boyfriends are their husbands that are all forced to hang out whenever the women host an event. Do they have other friends? No. Their wives set them up on an adult playdate and now they're all hanging out together.

So I think if the partners were to start trying to hangout more, and started missing check ins, the captains absolutely would be concerned just because they would have no idea what the hell they were getting up to. Like at least the paramours know that their disaster prone boyfriends are probably fighting off a swarm of bees with a stick. In the inverse, the captains have no idea. Did they all die? Get lost? Or did they win the lottery and are splurging on a crazy but sensible night out? Impossible to tell with those guys. They don't go out enough for there to be a pattern.

I do however think, in the boyfriends' squad, that they are capable of getting a little bit wild, the problem is they're just so sensible their bar for it is so low. Like Daichi calls, and Suga is like "SORRRYYYY FOR MISSING THE CHECK IN BABE, WE'RE JUST DOING BODY SHOTS~~~~~~~" and then Daichi looks over his shoulder and Bokuto has lit the kitchen on fire and he's just like "okay sounds good i'll call you later" and Suga thinks Daichi is soooo jealous of how much fun and how crazy they're getting. Meanwhile behind him Aran is helping the bartender clean up.

[transmutationisms]

hi caden! you and your mutuals have been so helpful to my understanding of the world :3 thank you. I’ve been stewing on a few ideas that feel connected but I’m struggling explain their connections in a way that isn’t just “this thing has similarity to the others.” I’m thinking about how discussions ‘fast’ fashion and sustainability in the garment/textile industries share similarities with ‘media literacy’ v literacy, and then also AI moral panic.

my first thought was that a lot of critiques around fashion are superficial, which I know you’ve talked about. even subcultures that claim to be radical in politic still fall victim to the belief that a person’s values can be determined by their clothing (and therefore also their body.) and I see this same rhetoric in discussions about sustainable v fast fashion, wherein people claim you can ‘read’ a garment to determine its means of production. but like even if a garment is well-produced with high quality fabrics, that tells us very little about the working conditions of the person who made it! And people seem very resistant to actually admitting that expensive garments are just as irresponsibly produced, because it’s the whole of the clothing industry as an international phenomenon that is predatory.

I have a gut feeling that this is similar to what’s happening with AI, where people think their judgments of something’s quality is tantamount to criticizing its production. It doesn’t really matter whether ai is producing slop or not, and if anything that conversation feels like a distraction from the practical reality of how it gets used. if it’s being used to train drone programs that determine if a civilian looks or moves like a ‘terrorist’ (like Lavender), then that system is bad because the human parameters are bad. But instead people want to bellyache about the moral superiority of ‘writing good’ AKA writing convincingly. And it just makes me sad when people’s solution to this artificial problem of AI slop is to say “hey everybody just needs to get really literate right now”, as if critically reading the commodity (whether an AI essay or a sweater) is going to actually do anything about what these tools are actually being used to do, which is entrap people in poor labor conditions, poverty, and kill them. and then somehow the result of this rhetoric about literacy is that sufficiently literate people only read or purchase good commodities?? When actual literacy is necessary to navigate these predatory systems and mitigate risk? Like I think media literacy is just the commodity fetishism replacement for literacy, and it misses out on why literacy is actually useful

anyway sorry for ranting, I’ve tried to explain this many times and I would really appreciate any critiques or clarification you can offer. thank you Caden!

yeah i mean ia the problem with ai is not really on the consumer end, it's a product like any other that can be useful or not in different contexts, the actual labour and production issues are the things people should be concerned about & that applies to literally any production under capitalism but is definitely rhetorically elided in specific ways wrt the tech industry right now. i'm really not the person to ask about ai or fashion in detail to be honest, they're not industries i understand in a lot of depth or frequently buy new stuff from lol but i do agree the way people talk about them is very detached from actual labour concerns and instead tends to just focus on moralising consumption to make the speaker feel better for being Smart etc

as far as commodity fetishism im not sure i directly see the connection to literacy? it's more to do with the way a commodity is 'read' under capitalism as an already existing object with an exchange value determined by the market & without any of its real history of being produced, transported, etc by human labour. i think you csn see the earlier version of this concept eg in how marx talks about estranged labour in the paris manuscripts, compared to the formulation of fetishism in eg kapital. but i also think the fetish concept is flawed & applied asymmetrically & relies on a notioj of 'fetishism' that is bound up in colonial anthropological ideas -- would always recommend j lorand matory's 'the fetish revisited' on this

[kedreeva]

I’m having a hard time picturing your quail waterers. Could you possibly post a picture or diagram please?

So, the water system is on top and on the sides of the cages, and the towers are too heavy for me to move safely by myself to get a good view of the whole thing, but I can post what it's made of and some of the parts I can access.

The reservoir is one of these:

You can use any size that won't be too heavy for your build when full of water. Mine are the pretty standard "storage tote" size. I got the water tight ones with locking lid, but actually it doesn't need it because the system is valved. But they were the clear ones so I could see water level and know when to fill and if there was anything going on (like algae growth).

From the side of that, we cut a hole and installed a water tank outlet fitting like this:

A tube connector screws into that:

And then you attach clear rubber aquarium tube to the ridged side (the screw side goes into the tank fitting). I suppose it doesn't have to be clear tubing, but clear lets you see if there's a problem.

The tubes will be in short pieces, and a T joint connector at each level:

The straight side goes up and down, the center stalk goes to the cage with a short tube.

Each cage will have its own end fitting, which consists of a bit of PVC cemented together with PVC cement and sealed with aquarium sealant. Technically the PVC cement SHOULD seal it, but that shit is SO HARD to get exactly right and you're better off just not even worrying about it and sealing it with silicone.

The PVC will be whatever size fits into these little shits

We were unable to find them in stores, so had to order online. The drinker cups we used WERE available in stores but they only came in 2 packs and were extremely expensive compared to the larger packs, and they're a bit fickle (I have a pair of the expensive ones, it's the same shit).

and then you need an end cap on the PVC.

So this is one of the completed end fittings. You can actually put in several cups if you want, but I haven't found a need with the smaller groups I use. If you're keeping more than 6 in a cage, you might want to add a second cup (1 cup per every 5-6 birds seems to be just fine). The thin grey line to the left near the end cap is a zip tie (we zip tie the whole thing to the caging)

You want this end fitting to be lower than the T fitting!! so that water drains down into it and air flows back into the main line to exit into the reservoir. If the end of this points up or is higher than the t fitting, you will end up with air in the lines, and the potential to vent air when they press the tongue valve. If that happens, it can actually startle birds into no longer wanting to use the cup, which is obviously not ideal (you CAN retrain them but not doing it to them in the first time is better). You also want to check these fittings daily- make sure they aren't leaking, and that they are expressing water when the valve is used. The only problems i've had were when I trusted the cement to work on its own, and I had to remove the system and reseal these end fittings with silicone.

This tube/end fitting will need to go through the wire. The 1x2 wire you can just stick the tubing through and attach the end fitting unit. 1/2" you'll have to be careful to put your end fitting up on the cage and then figure out where that means the tube needs to enter through, before you cut. It will likely be a short fat rectangle of wire removed, not a square.

Lastly, you want the tubing to go down below the last cage, and end in a drainage valve.

This allows you to drain the system for winter, or if there's a problem and you need to take it apart. The tube should be long enough you can place the end into a bucket (this one was serving time as a spider house, with a free spider takeout meal webbed to it).

here is my terrible rendition of the system as it looks attached to the side of the towers.

You can also look up "gravity fed quail water system" and find other examples to get an idea of what one looks like in general.

I would, before you add quail, fill the system and leave it for 24 hours with plastic under it, or at least on a surface where you can tell if it leaks. You don't want to be fussing with a water system while the quail are thirsty.

I would also advise you to have bottle waterers available in case of system failure and/or for winter, unless you plan to heat the area. When I enclosed the quail area in my barn with butcher plastic and put down straw on the floor, the birds kept the area pretty warm for a long time; the system only froze once it dropped below 15F (this doesn't mean yours won't, just that I found a way for my own situation). I didn't drain it on purpose to test this, so I would know for the future when I HAD to disconnect and drain it for winter and when I could get away with leaving it connected for a liiittle longer.

And for very last- the quail likely will not intuitively know how to use a drinker cup. For the first week or so, go out a couple of times a day and depress the tongue valve, to fill the cup with water (you may need to do it a few times, but usually once they start drinking their activity will continue to refill the cup for a bit til they've all had a drink). Continue doing this a few times a day until the quail don't all immediately run over and start gulping water like they will never get another chance (one or two might still, but they shouldn't all act like this). That's when you know they figured it out and are drinking on their own.

I hope that helps!